Mac’s Backyard

Well it only took 3 months I suppose. Lots of my favourite sniffing zone was dug up, and Dave spent an eternity digging holes, lifting poles, poking and prodding. Finally I get it. Dave was putting some lights up to help me find the kangaroo poo at night. Brilliant. Slow, but brilliant nonetheless. The problem…

Well Dave has excelled yet again! I followed him out to the gate to put a new sign out. Talk about mission impossible – I kept trying to tell him to tie it down. Afterall, you didn’t have to be Einstein to know it was a bit blowy. We almost parachuted down to Gundaroo. Anyway,…

I swapped roles today. Dave took me down to do my usual host job – I took one look at it and said ‘Dave you’ve got to be joking!’ 60 adults and 60 kids running riot. Dave called it an event; I call it chaos. My best option was probably to hide under the table…

They dragged me down to the cellar door on a very cold night. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but turns out there were a bus load of crazy people all dressed up in furs (think they were trying to be like me!) arriving for what they called ‘Christmas in July’. The leader of…

You’re not going to believe this, but I think Dave might finally be getting his act together. How long has it taken for him to realise that the only real value in his beloved grape vines is to make sticks for me! Finally. We spent a whole morning walking up and down the vines –…

I’ve got to tell you it’s not cool in Gundaroo – it’s bloody cold. The pour vines have had a haircut too. Imagine how they must feel! It was never like this in Newtown in my old stomping ground. Dave still insists on dragging me out for a morning walk in the middle of winter,…

I don’t really know what all the fuss is about with grapes. For a start, I am not allowed to eat them, although I do munch on the prunings from the vine from time to time. But basically they’re no fun at all – too small to play with and Dave says we are just…

Dave is always getting into trouble on the tractor. He seems to have the car permanently hooked up to it with these big red leads. There is always something not working right. I think he should ditch it and get a pack of my mates to pull stuff around. Whatever happened to dog power anyway?…

Dave is obsessed with old stuff. It all started with what he calls vinyl records – some sort of plastic discs that are no good for chasing at all but produce music when he puts them on a machine of some sort. I wasn’t so keen – seemed like a waste of time and space…

I am doing my best as marketing manager – not that I ever asked for the job. They always roll me out when a group of customers arrive. But I have to say – I know bugger all about grapes, in fact I’m not even allowed to eat them. Weird that Dave would choose to…